I wrote this song when my mother died . It had been a long and brutal struggle with cancer but still seeing her final breath did not lessen the shock. The feeling of an emptiness that is blank and sterile. The feeling of evil… like how can someone just be erased. The realization of the beauty you are missing, the beauty you never saw, the love you never expressed. The worthlessness of all human pursuit came crashing down on my head as I sat in her tiny assisted living apartment and thought about how meaningless everything is. I drank Southern Comfort for days after she passed. Calling people was not much comfort. No one understands this life. No one understands your loss. And nobody can turn back the clock because there is nowhere in the world like you, Mom.